Pradberry

The Morning Train

The Monday Commute,
When the week is just starting,
The train approaches.

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The Other Shoe

If you lose a shoe,
On London Overground trains,
Then may God help you.

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The Foundry

Too drunk to Haiku,
So let me offer you this,
Refridgerator.

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Cheers!

Some Cocktails and beer,
This night in Faevela Chic,
Down in Shoreditch Town.

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Sardines in a Tin

London Underground,
Eight Fifty in the morning,
Packed in like sardines.

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London Eye

Through the blue lit trees,
Sparkling in the chilly wind,
The London Eye gleams.

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Lunchtime

In the winter's cold,
All you need to keep warm is,
A little hot spice.

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The End of the Week

On a winter's eve,
In deep, beautiful Surrey,
My week ends in peace.

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The Bank of England

In a rich man's shoes,
I wonder how it must feel,
Screwing Great Britain.

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Waterloo

Welcome to London,
The city that never sleeps,
And how I love it.

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